“Seize the phrase.
The one so beautiful it makes your brain hurt” Gorgeous. I know just the ones. It’s the best pain ever. When you just recite the words over and over in your head so that you don’t lose them before you can get them down.

“they wander off into dark rooms of their own” Love the photographic elements in this.

“Fling your heart out into the world” Man, this is hard.

“crush them
fine between your fingers and smear them into your skin” Melting over this.

“free what
wants to stay, then capture it again in your net-less hands
and pin it like a butterfly to the page, before it flits away.” I love this whole section, especially that hyphen. It must just float in the air if it doesn’t require hands. But I suppose the net is the imagination. This is just stunning, my dear. Thank goodness for your archives. There are days when I must have your words or I’ll die.